Pourin The Syrup Lyrics
| Song | Pourin The Syrup |
| Artist | Kevin Gates |
| Album | Luca Brasi 2: Gangsta Grillz |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [Intro:] | |
| I don't get tired... | |
| [Verse 1:] | |
| Broke another ten for the Bread Winner Brick Gang | |
| Popping up pregnant, sIlly bitch tryna trick Gates | |
| Start selling pussy, maybe that'll get your rent paid | |
| Come to think about it, don't you live with your mama? | |
| I don't give a shit when I ride 'round the bottom | |
| Cocaine vet, pedal shifting on Highland | |
| Boosie had a black Monte Carlo and a 'Burban | |
| I was in a grey Monte Carlo and a Tahoe | |
| He was doing shows, bad hoes up in [?] | |
| I was speaking Spanish with the plug havin' convos | |
| [?] ran lips, hit the line every morning cause they know I keep the lean by the carload | |
| In the top, hit the boulevard solo | |
| Big Right know I got soft for the low-low | |
| In a drought, me and Nook, only ones had dope | |
| Nigga blew my leg off for a nine-piece | |
| Tried to grab the gun, couldn't get it, middle of the night | |
| Had to fight for my life when you try me | |
| Connecting this year, we'll mark my nigga | |
| I love my nigga, I owe you one nigga | |
| Brookstown Richard, that's my little brother | |
| Everytime I think about him, gotta tell him that I love him | |
| Praying to the Lord that Car came from under that charge | |
| Free my nigga Head when I bow my head | |
| [Hook:] | |
| Late night, when alone, can't sleep | |
| I got too many problems | |
| The weight of the world on my shoulders | |
| Pray that heaven do something about it | |
| The chick that I'm lovin' | |
| Wondering who is she fuckin' | |
| The friends I got 'round me | |
| Wonder which one of them sour | |
| Pourin' the syrup, pourin' the syrup, pourin' the syrup | |
| Pourin' the syrup, pourin' the syrup, bitch I'm pourin' the | |
| Pourin' the syrup, pourin' the syrup, pourin' the syrup | |
| Bitch I'm pourin' the syrup | |
| Bitch I'm pourin' the syrup, pourin' the syrup | |
| Bitch I'm pourin' the syrup | |
| [Verse 2:] | |
| I was naive, thinking that I couldn't get hurt | |
| Thought she was faithful, fuck her but my dick burnt | |
| Everybody laughed when I kissed her | |
| I can't even lie, to this day still I miss her | |
| We was on [?] | |
| Used to go to sleep in the pussy on an air mat | |
| André Harris talked bad behind my back | |
| Even though it hurted, I ain't tripping, never mind that | |
| Me and Darrell Harris in a stolen car thugging | |
| You get out of line, he goin' put you in a puddle | |
| Me and Brittney Harris in the side room cuddlin' | |
| Eat the pussy while she on the rag, like "Yummy" | |
| My daddy nephew, kinda make him my cousin | |
| We was having lunch at Chimes when you told me that you love me | |
| I ain't never back down from a fight in my life | |
| Big Yock slapped you, you went and got your cousin | |
| Nigga shot and missed, and I came back jumping | |
| I was 13 when I put one under | |
| Ask my mama, go ask my brother | |
| Go on South 12th, and go ask Big London (shoutout) | |
| Jamison and Gary and Will know the truth | |
| I was selling crack with the cameras on the roof | |
| You was never that, at the plant working turnarounds (turnarounds?) | |
| Little Steve hittin' your bitch from the back, matter fact | |
| That's a fact, when I seen it, had to turn around | |
| E-Dub, Dope Boy, Lil E, Big Mook | |
| Me and Foots in my truck with the burners out | |
| When you was on 3rd St., and ain't wanna squeeze | |
| Pillow talking with your bitch, tryna play me like I'm weak | |
| Now I'm coming at your girl, top nigga, no problem | |
| You will never find out another thing about it | |
| Come to think about it, got a coffee shop in Denver, Colorado | |
| I'm a catch her when she visiting her mama | |
| Ri-Ri, fine, you're old man hate me? | |
| Can't rap like Gates, fucking up lately? | |
| Me, you, and Dreka oughta take a vacation | |
| We can have a threesome after waking up in Vegas | |
| Give you 50k, fail to mention what it came with | |
| Eat, pray, making love, see the world baby | |
| Breadwinners swim where I'm fucking with a gangsta | |
| You can model for my line, I can make you famous | |
| Running from my tongue when I lick all in your anus | |
| Intelligent the way I talk, vagina I contained it | |
| Ever been ate, two mouths at the same time? | |
| Ever had lips on your booty and your pussy | |
| Got your body feeling mushy | |
| When your water go to gushing | |
| Brazillian wax, I don't like playing in the bushes | |
| Pull your hair, smack it, bend back, get a whoopin' | |
| [Hook] |
| Intro: | |
| I don' t get tired... | |
| Verse 1: | |
| Broke another ten for the Bread Winner Brick Gang | |
| Popping up pregnant, sIlly bitch tryna trick Gates | |
| Start selling pussy, maybe that' ll get your rent paid | |
| Come to think about it, don' t you live with your mama? | |
| I don' t give a shit when I ride ' round the bottom | |
| Cocaine vet, pedal shifting on Highland | |
| Boosie had a black Monte Carlo and a ' Burban | |
| I was in a grey Monte Carlo and a Tahoe | |
| He was doing shows, bad hoes up in ? | |
| I was speaking Spanish with the plug havin' convos | |
| ? ran lips, hit the line every morning cause they know I keep the lean by the carload | |
| In the top, hit the boulevard solo | |
| Big Right know I got soft for the lowlow | |
| In a drought, me and Nook, only ones had dope | |
| Nigga blew my leg off for a ninepiece | |
| Tried to grab the gun, couldn' t get it, middle of the night | |
| Had to fight for my life when you try me | |
| Connecting this year, we' ll mark my nigga | |
| I love my nigga, I owe you one nigga | |
| Brookstown Richard, that' s my little brother | |
| Everytime I think about him, gotta tell him that I love him | |
| Praying to the Lord that Car came from under that charge | |
| Free my nigga Head when I bow my head | |
| Hook: | |
| Late night, when alone, can' t sleep | |
| I got too many problems | |
| The weight of the world on my shoulders | |
| Pray that heaven do something about it | |
| The chick that I' m lovin' | |
| Wondering who is she fuckin' | |
| The friends I got ' round me | |
| Wonder which one of them sour | |
| Pourin' the syrup, pourin' the syrup, pourin' the syrup | |
| Pourin' the syrup, pourin' the syrup, bitch I' m pourin' the | |
| Pourin' the syrup, pourin' the syrup, pourin' the syrup | |
| Bitch I' m pourin' the syrup | |
| Bitch I' m pourin' the syrup, pourin' the syrup | |
| Bitch I' m pourin' the syrup | |
| Verse 2: | |
| I was naive, thinking that I couldn' t get hurt | |
| Thought she was faithful, fuck her but my dick burnt | |
| Everybody laughed when I kissed her | |
| I can' t even lie, to this day still I miss her | |
| We was on ? | |
| Used to go to sleep in the pussy on an air mat | |
| Andre Harris talked bad behind my back | |
| Even though it hurted, I ain' t tripping, never mind that | |
| Me and Darrell Harris in a stolen car thugging | |
| You get out of line, he goin' put you in a puddle | |
| Me and Brittney Harris in the side room cuddlin' | |
| Eat the pussy while she on the rag, like " Yummy" | |
| My daddy nephew, kinda make him my cousin | |
| We was having lunch at Chimes when you told me that you love me | |
| I ain' t never back down from a fight in my life | |
| Big Yock slapped you, you went and got your cousin | |
| Nigga shot and missed, and I came back jumping | |
| I was 13 when I put one under | |
| Ask my mama, go ask my brother | |
| Go on South 12th, and go ask Big London shoutout | |
| Jamison and Gary and Will know the truth | |
| I was selling crack with the cameras on the roof | |
| You was never that, at the plant working turnarounds turnarounds? | |
| Little Steve hittin' your bitch from the back, matter fact | |
| That' s a fact, when I seen it, had to turn around | |
| EDub, Dope Boy, Lil E, Big Mook | |
| Me and Foots in my truck with the burners out | |
| When you was on 3rd St., and ain' t wanna squeeze | |
| Pillow talking with your bitch, tryna play me like I' m weak | |
| Now I' m coming at your girl, top nigga, no problem | |
| You will never find out another thing about it | |
| Come to think about it, got a coffee shop in Denver, Colorado | |
| I' m a catch her when she visiting her mama | |
| RiRi, fine, you' re old man hate me? | |
| Can' t rap like Gates, fucking up lately? | |
| Me, you, and Dreka oughta take a vacation | |
| We can have a threesome after waking up in Vegas | |
| Give you 50k, fail to mention what it came with | |
| Eat, pray, making love, see the world baby | |
| Breadwinners swim where I' m fucking with a gangsta | |
| You can model for my line, I can make you famous | |
| Running from my tongue when I lick all in your anus | |
| Intelligent the way I talk, vagina I contained it | |
| Ever been ate, two mouths at the same time? | |
| Ever had lips on your booty and your pussy | |
| Got your body feeling mushy | |
| When your water go to gushing | |
| Brazillian wax, I don' t like playing in the bushes | |
| Pull your hair, smack it, bend back, get a whoopin' | |
| Hook |
| Intro: | |
| I don' t get tired... | |
| Verse 1: | |
| Broke another ten for the Bread Winner Brick Gang | |
| Popping up pregnant, sIlly bitch tryna trick Gates | |
| Start selling pussy, maybe that' ll get your rent paid | |
| Come to think about it, don' t you live with your mama? | |
| I don' t give a shit when I ride ' round the bottom | |
| Cocaine vet, pedal shifting on Highland | |
| Boosie had a black Monte Carlo and a ' Burban | |
| I was in a grey Monte Carlo and a Tahoe | |
| He was doing shows, bad hoes up in ? | |
| I was speaking Spanish with the plug havin' convos | |
| ? ran lips, hit the line every morning cause they know I keep the lean by the carload | |
| In the top, hit the boulevard solo | |
| Big Right know I got soft for the lowlow | |
| In a drought, me and Nook, only ones had dope | |
| Nigga blew my leg off for a ninepiece | |
| Tried to grab the gun, couldn' t get it, middle of the night | |
| Had to fight for my life when you try me | |
| Connecting this year, we' ll mark my nigga | |
| I love my nigga, I owe you one nigga | |
| Brookstown Richard, that' s my little brother | |
| Everytime I think about him, gotta tell him that I love him | |
| Praying to the Lord that Car came from under that charge | |
| Free my nigga Head when I bow my head | |
| Hook: | |
| Late night, when alone, can' t sleep | |
| I got too many problems | |
| The weight of the world on my shoulders | |
| Pray that heaven do something about it | |
| The chick that I' m lovin' | |
| Wondering who is she fuckin' | |
| The friends I got ' round me | |
| Wonder which one of them sour | |
| Pourin' the syrup, pourin' the syrup, pourin' the syrup | |
| Pourin' the syrup, pourin' the syrup, bitch I' m pourin' the | |
| Pourin' the syrup, pourin' the syrup, pourin' the syrup | |
| Bitch I' m pourin' the syrup | |
| Bitch I' m pourin' the syrup, pourin' the syrup | |
| Bitch I' m pourin' the syrup | |
| Verse 2: | |
| I was naive, thinking that I couldn' t get hurt | |
| Thought she was faithful, fuck her but my dick burnt | |
| Everybody laughed when I kissed her | |
| I can' t even lie, to this day still I miss her | |
| We was on ? | |
| Used to go to sleep in the pussy on an air mat | |
| André Harris talked bad behind my back | |
| Even though it hurted, I ain' t tripping, never mind that | |
| Me and Darrell Harris in a stolen car thugging | |
| You get out of line, he goin' put you in a puddle | |
| Me and Brittney Harris in the side room cuddlin' | |
| Eat the pussy while she on the rag, like " Yummy" | |
| My daddy nephew, kinda make him my cousin | |
| We was having lunch at Chimes when you told me that you love me | |
| I ain' t never back down from a fight in my life | |
| Big Yock slapped you, you went and got your cousin | |
| Nigga shot and missed, and I came back jumping | |
| I was 13 when I put one under | |
| Ask my mama, go ask my brother | |
| Go on South 12th, and go ask Big London shoutout | |
| Jamison and Gary and Will know the truth | |
| I was selling crack with the cameras on the roof | |
| You was never that, at the plant working turnarounds turnarounds? | |
| Little Steve hittin' your bitch from the back, matter fact | |
| That' s a fact, when I seen it, had to turn around | |
| EDub, Dope Boy, Lil E, Big Mook | |
| Me and Foots in my truck with the burners out | |
| When you was on 3rd St., and ain' t wanna squeeze | |
| Pillow talking with your bitch, tryna play me like I' m weak | |
| Now I' m coming at your girl, top nigga, no problem | |
| You will never find out another thing about it | |
| Come to think about it, got a coffee shop in Denver, Colorado | |
| I' m a catch her when she visiting her mama | |
| RiRi, fine, you' re old man hate me? | |
| Can' t rap like Gates, fucking up lately? | |
| Me, you, and Dreka oughta take a vacation | |
| We can have a threesome after waking up in Vegas | |
| Give you 50k, fail to mention what it came with | |
| Eat, pray, making love, see the world baby | |
| Breadwinners swim where I' m fucking with a gangsta | |
| You can model for my line, I can make you famous | |
| Running from my tongue when I lick all in your anus | |
| Intelligent the way I talk, vagina I contained it | |
| Ever been ate, two mouths at the same time? | |
| Ever had lips on your booty and your pussy | |
| Got your body feeling mushy | |
| When your water go to gushing | |
| Brazillian wax, I don' t like playing in the bushes | |
| Pull your hair, smack it, bend back, get a whoopin' | |
| Hook |
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